Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2007 5:24:34 -0700
From: bamaboi2serve@charter.net
Subject: "Storm Discovery" Part NINE
Storm Discovery, Part NINE - Visitors
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One morning as I waited at the door for FS, Master came in instead!
"Morning, bitch!", he greeted me cheerfully.
I wasn't wearing a dog tail, at the time, so I tried my best without
it to show how pleased I was to see him. He hadn't asked me a question, so
I remained silent.
He came to my side, pulled me up to my knees, and proceeded to
mouth-fuck me, even more forcefully than usual. He had recently started
growing his pubes back, and had a full nest of curly black hair surrounding
his cock. He rammed his big tool into my mouth and pulled it out, out over
and over, gagging me repeatedly, forcing my nose into his bush each time,
his cock scraping against the opening of my throat. I had to work to keep
from falling over from the force of his abuse. He continued non-stop for
ten minutes until he finally shot, holding my head tightly with both hands
to keep me impaled on his fleshy shaft as his cum jetted deep into me.
When he recovered, he dropped me back to the floor casually. Without a
word, Master went to the "costume closet", the locked one in which many of
my clothes and accessories were kept. He seemed to be inspecting it more
than looking for any particular item. Nonetheless, when he closed the door,
he held several items that he started to put on me.
The centerpiece was something new: a thick black rough leather harness
with multiple straps that went around my chest and arms and neck...it took
several minutes to get all of the parts positioned and tightened. The way
the straps fit on me highlighted my ringed tits. A traditional
strap-with-cockring ran downward, grasping my shaved genitals and pushing
them up and forward for display.
There was a head piece attached to the harness that gave my face a
caged-look. And there was a built-in penis-gag that made sure I had nothing
to say about the new look, as well as locking the taste of his fresh creamy
cum inside my mouth.
Two straps on the head part of the harness attached the my septum
ring.
The harness also had straps built in at the sides and the back that
could be used to secure my wrists. While most harnesses were strictly fro
display, mine was functional!
A shiny metallic-looking part of short-shorts and leather boots
completed my rather "Mad-max" look.
"I've sold you," he told me calmly, "a couple from Germany are visiting
the states and want a toy to play with. They're paying top dollar, so you'd
better be very good, slut."
Despite my acknowledgement of my slavehood, I was shocked. "Sold"? I
said nothing, just looked down at the floor, but I was terrified. I had
been lent to friends in the past, but this was different. I trusted Master
and FS not to do anything to harm me permanently, but they would not be
around with these Germans.
"They'll pick you up in an hour and take you to a place they've rented
in the warehouse district downtown. There's a loft apartment with some
stores below it. They're going to take you tonight to get a feel for your
talents. Then they`re off to New York till next weekend when they get to
keep you Friday thru Sunday. Remember: be good tonight! Make them really
want to come back for you next weekend or you'll really be punished! You do
as you`re told! It`s time you earned your keep!"
I didn't see where I had much choice. But I envisioned some old, fat
foreign couple looking for young meat to abuse.
Right on schedule, I could hear a vehicle drive up an hour later, and FS
came down to blindfold me and attach a black leash to the collar of my new
harness and drag me upstairs. FS was rougher than usual with me, and I
wondered if there was more to this whole "sale" story than I was being
told.
I stayed in dog mode, on all fours, my eyes on the ground as we entered
the main high-ceilinged rooms where I had had such wonderful abuse at the
hands of Master and FS. I was dragged over to near the main entry door
where through the slight opening a the bottom of my blindfold I could see
two sets of feet clad in boots.
"Clean, bitch!" came the command. I immediately began licking the
first boot on my left, paying close attention to some mud and grass from
the yard that had accumulated in creases in the leather. Master talked with
the visitors, ignoring my labors.
"I know you'll like Atlanta...the authorities had clamped down
somewhat on the 24-hour a day bars that were operating for a while, but
there are still private clubs I can identify for you, and then there are
places like my home here."
"Thank you for you help!" replied one of the Germans in heavily
accented by very good English, "we've spent a lot of time in New York and
Los Angeles, but we've heard so much about Atlanta we're anxious to
explore. Does the boi eat shit?"
It took a second for me to realize he was talking about me, and I
listened carefully for Master's answer. Scat had been completely absent
from my service, and I preferred to keep it that way!
"Afraid not, but I think you'll find his other oral skills to your
liking...here, have a seat over here..."
The boot I was cleaning moved off and I stayed, waiting for orders.
Master directed one of the visitors to a new piece of furniture in the
room...basically a toilet seat mounted on a frame sitting on a raised
platform. FS, always willing to help in my debasement, pulled me over and
positioned me under the seat so my face was looking upward, an inch or so
from the opening.
I knew about the seat. There had been a tryout a few weeks
before. Master had placed me under the seat and invited a friend to sit on
it. My tongue was still tired from the ordeal.
Now I was back in the same position again and almost immediately my
nose and mouth were in contact with the ass of one of the visitors. Master
didn't have to issue any orders, I started licking, working my way though
the German's pubes. So far I couldn't tell anything about the visitors, but
I was now grateful they had apparently stopped at their downtown lair for a
shower before coming to collect me. I used my tongue as a piercing tube of
flesh, repeatedly seeking the hole and probing as deep as I could. The
visitor soon got into the flow and started pushing down to meet my
thrusts. No shock here, I was very quickly erect, which the other visitor
noticed and commented on.
"Yes," Master explained, "he's a randy slut...stays hard all the time!
FS here milks him every now and then but the boi's forbidden from jerking
off, of course. Use your own judgment if you want to make him shoot for
some reason. FS...how long since the last time?"
"About three weeks, Master," FS replied.
"Very good!" commented one of the visitors, "I like a boy on
edge. Makes him perform better and reminds him that the sex has nothing to
do with him or his pleasure."
I, of course, just kept on licking and probing, but I felt a bead of
pre-cum form on the tip of my piece. It seemed like three months since my
last orgasm. The visitor reached behind him and started playing with my
heavy nipple rings, talking with Master about the benefits of various
piercing. His tugging of course only added to my desire to shoot, and for a
moment I feared it would happen without my trying! I could just imagine the
reaction if I were to suddenly cum without permission!
Somehow I managed to hold off and the visitors switched places. I had a
new hole to work on. As I did, they talked with Master and FS about sex
clubs back home, about some of the extreme play they liked. I kept licking
but I was also shivering a little hearing them describe the erotic piercing
and branding they had performed on slave-bois in Berlin.
"We had one boi, he was really new to the scene, probably seventeen or
so, but could he take abuse! We had him trained to sit with his mouth open
and take the output of six of us peeing into him at the same time. He'd
swallow it all without gagging even a little. We did some great tattoos on
him"...they exchanged a word or two in German..."Oh, yes, said the one
who's ass I was cleaning, "In english the tattoo words mean shiteater,
cock-boy, sissy-slave...he is like a walking billboard. We had his hair
removed permanently at an electrolysis place. When we get back, we're
thinking about the ultimate body mod for him...take his balls and let him
be the bitch he acts like. It's not like he's allowed to cum, anyway!"
FS and Master asked questions and made comments, not at all shocked by
the German's activities. They had never promised me I wouldn't be marked,
though they had told me in advance before each of my three piercing.
The second German stood up, freeing me from oral duty for the first
time in a half hour. But just as I was working my jaw around, stretching my
very tense mouth muscles, another ass plopped into the rimming
seat. Obedient boi that I am, I resumed my oral ministrations, realizing
suddenly that it was FS's hole I was cleaning. I could tell because he was
the only white boi left in the room and Master had him keep his ass shaved
for his four or five daily fucks. That kept his ass rather open, and my
tongue spent most of its time working in concentric circles rather than
probing in and out. Senior slut that he was, FS liked to see me treated
like trash...it made him feel slightly higher.
Two minutes after starting my work on FS, Master suddenly reached over
slapped him aside the head! "Ger the fuck off that chair!" he yelled, "who
the fuck told you of all people that you could use my slave for your
pleasure?"
I was enjoying seeing FS get his comeuppance, and liked what happened
next even more...though I didn't say so.
"Get those slut shorts off you bitch, and get that ass in the air!"
FS did as told, and soon Master had a hand inserted deep in his
ass. "Fuck-Slave here sometimes needs a reminder why I keep him around...if
you get tired of the other slut-boi over there during your visit, call me
and you can switch out. FS here can take anything, isn't that right FS?" As
Master spoke he plunged his fist in and out of FS's lubricated hole
(lubricated thanks to me I might add!), plunging in especially deep to
emphasis his points. "Yes, Master, Sir!" shouted FS, humbled and ready to
be a very obedient boi.
"Even two hands at the same time, right boi?"
"Yes Sir!"
Finally Master stopped and kicked FS away, ordering him to go to the
corner and stand facing away with his hands on his neck like some little
school boy being punished. Slime leaked out of his ass as he stood, and I
could swear I hear him sobbing. It must have been a psychological hurt,
having disappointed Master, because I had seen FS take much harsher
punishment without a murmur. Truth be told, I'd seen him take three hands.
That ended the socializing in the big room, and Master handed my leash
to the blond German visitor (I didn't know names yet, but one was blond,
the other dark haired...and from what I could see out of the corner of my
eye, they were both gorgeous. I chastised myself for my earlier predictions
about them).
Dragged abruptly by leash, I was soon at the back of a Mustang
convertible. The small trunk door popped open and I was ordered in. It was
a tight fit, but I made it. Before they closed the door on me, the
dark-haired one zipped his fly open and quickly sprayed me with his piss.
"You belong to us. Don't forget it, shitface!" he sneered, closing the
trunk. I was on my way to an away-from-home adventure.
_____
Our boi's adventures take a European turn in Part Ten.
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